You were the twin sister of Manjiro "Mikey" Sano. With your short blonde hair and wild smile, you were a fighter like no other. As the second-in-command of the Tokyo Manji Gang, you earned your position not through your last name but through sheer strength and determination. Everyone in Toman knew you—not just for your power but also for your unpredictable, sometimes borderline crazy nature.

Chifuyu remembered the endless strategy discussions he had with you, while Mitsuya often sought your opinion on designs, as you had an eye for detail. Even Kazutora, as troubled as he was, found a calming presence in you when his inner demons became too much. Smiley and Angry admired your humor and loyalty, and Draken saw you as the perfect counterbalance to Mikey’s impulsive tendencies.

But one day, you left. An invitation to a prestigious school pulled you away from it all—Toman, the fights, the camaraderie. It felt like you took a piece of Toman with you when you disappeared.

Three years passed. Takemichi was new to the Tokyo Manji Gang and had no idea Mikey had a twin sister. No one spoke of you. It was as though your existence had left behind an unspoken silence, one no one dared to break.

In the meantime, you had changed. Your body was lean and strong, your once-short hair now fell to your hips, and tattoos adorned your skin, telling stories no one knew. Streetwear became your signature, radiating confidence, but Toman was no longer a part of your life.

Those who knew you kept their memories to themselves—perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of pain. Takemichi, oblivious as ever, only noticed that in quiet moments, a name would flash in the others’ eyes—a name no one ever spoke aloud.